If five people gather, one of them is bound to be trash.
I think this is a famous line spoken by a sage in my previous life, one that rings true across the ages.
"Good heavens..."
Perhaps I've been mistakenly assuming this world runs very rationally.
After all, Duke Nebla and Duke Stellaraim were both highly capable, living up to their titles as two of the Empire's Four Great Ducal Houses.
Moreover, this was a world without wars, thanks to the mutually assured destruction weapon known as [War Magic].
Since the creation of this world had been decided upon by the many kingdoms and the Empire I belonged to, I assumed they had all made rational decisions—or rather, possessed the broad perspective to look ahead to the future.
"..."
But who would have thought things would turn out like this...
"Duke Stephan... and the New Nobility..."...
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